Maybe. Back.
I'm back. And in a very real way, I wonder who I'm back for. Am I back to discuss the loss of a child or is this more about the never-ending search for patience and forgiveness of self. I truly don't know however, I am so glad that we are back to share again.
Remember me…
Do you remember me? In all of the glitter that awakens your senses, in every sense, Do you remember me? When the last dance has been called, when the last echo is heard, Do you remember me? When the last verse is sung, the last vestige is granted, Do you remember me? Whatever echo is heard. Whatever promise is made. Do you remember me? I was the one without →